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sandfish – foto Smith

Nekro Filly

My baby’s cold, stiff as a board
She’s growing mold but is all I can afford
Her skin’s kind of blue where it ain’t all green
When I do my do I first have to clean
Small critters away that live inside
In chilled spice of cockroach pride

She holds me tight in rigor mortis
Cools the hare upon my tortoise
Never says I’m bad or good
Let’s me lick unhealthy food
Always there when I need her
And I never have to feed her

— Smith, 6.22.2013


appearance – foto Smith

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